San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-01-13

wife, and while | waited you stole her.
| You stole her, and killed her. l wish
I that could torture you to death. IL
| you had loved her and made her happy
/ should not have cared for my grief. /
| would have given my miserable life
1 twice over to have sees her happy. You
have killed her. and You shall die.
Il have watched il. When you came
here first she was as blythe and bright
as child; she was happy as one of those
singing birds, and you. fine geatle-
man, one of the thrice-accursed aristo-
Gratis, who reckon girls heart as. a
| plaything, you had nothing to do just
| then but win her love-you had nothing
TO amuse yourself with. You wanted
something to pass away your time, so
| you slowly murdered girl! | know
now that she is dead and cannot speak,
cannot denounce you, you have come,
| like hypOcrite, to mourn ut her funer-
al. You may deceive others, but you
cannot deceive me. When / saw you
follow her to the grave. | said tomyself,
He ought to follow her with rope
round his neck, and Marwood by his
| side, for ne is her mToererh And mas
much as you were hypOcrite enough TO
mourn her, you shall die the harder
death for it. | watched i'll knew day
by day how you were always by her side;
and l saw-oh, miserable mel-saw how
she was beginOing to love you. When
that accused golden bauble came that
lies now in her dear, dead hand, asked
her the question
"'Do you love him2' said, and she
answered, Yes with your whole
hearth | repeated. Yes she said,
with my whole heart and then / knew
there was no mere hope for me. And
my hands, the hands of the man who
loved her, gave her the paper that was
her death. If | had known what was in
it, l would have killed myself rather
than have given it to her, but l did not.
No one knows why she died-no one
knows that cold-hearted, selfish hound,
calling himself a man, broke her heart
while he wiled away few summer days.
What" he cried, for the pale lips OPEN
ed as though the wounded man would
fain speak. "Whatl-you came back
to marry herl Oh, cowardl-oh, fooll-
and you tarried undl it was too latel
You deserve worse death than l can
give you-diel"
Crash came the heavy wood down on
the dark handsome head. This time no
groan followed it-no sound, and Lau-
renee Rainton sprang from the ground.
~ have kept my OATH" he said, now
let what may come"
All night long Eric st. John lay where
he had fallen, the green grass dyed
crimson with his blood. 1t was in the
early morning that the farmer found
him and had him carried back to the
old farmhouse.
At first they thought him dead, but
after while the doctor found some
faint trace of life; still no one thought
he could live.
The terrible wounds on his head
the terrible loss of blood, had brought
him to the very doors of death. OF
course, the accident was reported in the
papers, and the third day after it hap
pened. down came Lady May from town;
she brought with her nurses and every
thing else that could possibly be needed.
II am only his friend, she said to the
farmer wife, but have come to nurse
him.
During the long hours. while life and
death were fighting over the PROSTATE
form, it was only natural that Mrs.
Vaughan should tell Lady May the
whole story; and Lady May listened in
gentle patience. only wishing that the
past could be undOne, and that Bonnie
Doom could be brought to life again.
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